That astonished him. Not need an invitation? That was like saying the sunlight didn't burn, or they didn't require blood. It had been his nature for so long, he couldn't imagine it any other way.
He shook his head at her apology. "No harm done, Lisette. It's a beautiful piece," he commented as she put it away. Franklin wasn't the musical sort, but he could admire when an instrument was lovingly crafted. He noticed her expression shift somewhat, but the exact emotions she was feeling, he couldn't say. "No. I used to, decades ago." He paused, and tried to remember. "Harmonica I think. But, it's been... a long time."
Shaking off his confusion, as one might a bad memory, he focused his attention on the Tru Blood. Twisting the cap off and taking a drink.